Chapter 524 The High Priest Goes East, My Grandson Has the Ability to Become an Emperor

At the end of May, there were spring rains and the joy of all things growing. The banks of the lake capital were covered with lush Metasequoia trees. Under the great pyramid in the temple area, the magnificent and exotic Jacaranda trees were in full bloom. In this brilliant season of late spring, the eyes were full of lush vitality, and there was no trace of withering.

On the second day, the high priest looked normal, wearing sacrificial clothes, and came to the towering priest hall again. More than a dozen priest elders, dozens of senior priests, nearly two hundred low-level priests and apprentices, all bowed their heads and obeyed!

The high priest first issued a decree, ordering the last 8,000 selected people to set off from the capital and migrate to the Kingdom of the Lake. So far, the 70,000 Mexican immigrants promised to Shulot in July last year have all been moved out, and there are 5,000 more people. Afterwards, he sent out 10,000 militiamen and transferred a batch of stored food to the southern army.

The war god elder Yazar was somewhat critical of these measures. In the spring ploughing season, the migration that delayed farming was carried out. The high priest was really biased in order to take care of his grandson.

The high priest was determined and did not stop. He once again issued a decree to select more than 200 priest apprentices who were about to complete their studies from the Priest University in the capital and sent them to the Kingdom of the Lake. Along with them, there were dozens of middle and low-level priests from the high priest's line.

All the priest elders were a little surprised. The whereabouts of the priest apprentices were not important, but these dozens of middle and low-level priests all held real power in the priest groups at all levels of the alliance! In order to assist the Kingdom of the Lake, the high priest was willing to give up these positions?

Akap smelled a hint of something unusual. He lowered his eyes, said nothing in the high priest group, and immediately interrupted his communication with the Holy City envoy.

"At this juncture, in this situation, something big might happen!"

Next, the high priest issued another decree, summoning the envoy of the holy city of Cholula, the priest elder Quio. After talking with elder Quio for half a day, he decisively announced that he would go east in person to discuss "peace talks and surrender" with the priest elders of Cholula City!

Hearing this, the elders of the high priest group were shocked.

The holy city of Cholula is actually at war with the Mexica Alliance. If you go east rashly, many risks are difficult to avoid. And inside the capital, the immortal elder is already terminally ill, and it is unknown how long he can hold on. At this juncture, the supreme leader of the alliance theocracy is actually going to leave the crucial lake capital and go east to the dangerous hinterland of the Tlaxcala people to visit the unpredictable city of Cholula?

However, the high priest's will is as solid as jade and cannot be shaken. In less than two days, he temporarily handed over the highest religious affairs to the priest elder Uger, and took the envoys from Cholula City and set out on the road to the east!

The group walked hurriedly, without stopping, and could travel sixty or seventy miles a day.

Elder Queo was less than fifty years old, and he was a little bit unable to hold on. He had lived a life of luxury in Cholula for many years and had never walked so fast. As the leader of the theocracy of the alliance, the high priest was over sixty years old this year, but he still walked vigorously and kept running. He walked faster and faster along the way, like a burning candle, with light in his eyes!

In early June, the group finally traveled four hundred miles and arrived at the South Road Camp under Shuigu City. Xiuluot was surprised when he received the news. He ran out of the camp barefoot and in disbelief, and saw his grandfather in front of him. His grandfather was straightening his spine, holding a scepter, and smiling at him majestically.

"Respected High Priest, Commander of the South Route, Shulot greets you!"

"Well! No need to be polite. I came from the capital and went to Cholula to talk with the priests and elders."

The High Priest smiled and nodded. He raised the scepter in his hand and calmly instructed everyone.

"You have worked hard all the way, and you can rest here for a day. Shulot, there is no need to hold a banquet, just a simple reception!"

"As you wish!"

Night fell in a flash, and everyone had a simple dinner and went to rest. It was quiet outside the commander's tent, with only a few teams of personal guards patrolling and guarding. At this time, naturally no one would be blind to disturb the rare reunion of the grandfather and grandson.

Shulot was dressed in casual clothes, sitting at the bottom, looking at his grandfather at the top with concern.

After six months, his grandfather seemed to have aged a lot. He took off the priest's divine clothes, revealing a thin and dry figure and a head of silver hair. His back was a little hunched, and there were many age spots on the skin on the back of his hands, but his eyes were full of vigor and spirit, which was so bright that it was impressive.

"Grandfather, why did you come here in a hurry without even saying hello? You know, the four states of Tlaxcala are still fighting, and there are many scattered hostile tribes."

Xuluot looked at his old grandfather for a while, and felt a little complaining and worried. Grandfather is over 60 years old. Instead of taking a good rest in the capital, he ran to the dangerous place of war!

"To negotiate with the holy city of Cholula, send a young priest elder. My army is here, and they can't do anything!"

"It doesn't matter. When I came, I brought a large group of temple warriors. The southern army cleaned up the places along the way very well, and I didn't encounter any hostile tribes."

The high priest Shuter looked relaxed and smiled. He looked at his heroic grandson with tenderness in his eyes.

"When I came here, I saw new buds of corn sprouting in the nearby farmland. It seems that spring plowing has already begun?"

"That's right!"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote's eyes lit up and he was somewhat proud. He took down a magic staff with an ancient skull inlaid on it from the rack in the tent and handed it to his grandfather.

"Look, this is the 'Death Skull' I obtained from the Temple of Death in the Holy Mountain! With this shocking artifact and the guidance and preaching of the priests, the prisoners of Tlaxcala on the southern road resisted. They are already able to be used by the Prepecha warriors to cultivate land."

"The legendary Death Skull?"

The high priest stretched out his hand and stroked the black jade-like skull, looking a little surprised.

The Temple of the God of Death and the Skull of the God of Death are hidden in the Yanfeng Mountain, leaving behind hundreds of years of continuous myths. They are miracles and artifacts revered by the Mexica people in the west and the Tlaxcala people in the east. The old priests in the Temple of Death have legends about seeing through life and death and knowing the future.

"Yeah. I took Bertard and Naxiu to the sacred mountain, found the temple of the Temple of Death, and got this skull. I don't know if this is the legendary artifact. Unfortunately, the old priest inside It has been killed by Tlaxcala warriors, leaving only a few obscure prophecies, the truth of which is unknown."

Speaking of this, Shulot looked a little regretful. However, he has arranged for the priests who accompany the army to process these prophecies carefully, and then publicize them among the army and prisoners. The content of the processed prophecy is naturally "He who has received divine grace from the Temple of Death is destined to rule over all the people of Tlaxcala."

"Xulot, please tell me the prophecy and listen to it."

The high priest looked solemn and gave instructions in a deep voice. Then, he listened to Shulot's chanting and thought about the meaning behind it.

“.Death is at hand, the brightest morning star is about to fall.

The immortal gods will die one after another in their sacred habitat! "

The young man's chanting was deep and clear, like the cry of a nighthawk. The high priest listened to the obscure prophecy, stroked the "skull of death", and his eyes gradually changed.

".The God of Death closes his eyes, touches the invisible death, and gives birth to life in death!

Then He too will die, in the place of the moon and the mountains.”

Soon, Shulot finished reciting and looked at his grandfather with concern. Grandfather fell into deep thought for a long time. After a while, he regained his composure and nodded solemnly.

"Xulot, my child, you have been inspired by the gods. Don't mention these prophecies to others again. Remember them well and don't forget them!"

".Yes, Grandpa!"

Shulot solemnly promised. Afterwards, the two talked about the history of the Temple of Death, and then turned to the current war.

"In the past month, I have suspended the legion's offensive and concentrated on stabilizing the rear, cleaning up the two southern states occupied, and taking in the captured prisoners. Now, the Southern Route Army has captured 120,000 Tlaxcala people and is heading to the southern waterway. More than 30,000 people were transferred! Among them, the city of Cholula handed over 30,000 Tlaxcala people, and according to the previous agreement, they had to hand over another 50,000 people!

"Oh? Cholula's old foxes, are you willing to hand over 80,000 people to you?"

Hearing this, the high priest's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

"Ha! Grandfather, tens of thousands of troops from the southern route semi-encircled Cholula State in the center, looting from time to time. Cholula State is small in area and extremely prosperous. It only has a radius of more than 40 miles around the holy city of Cholula. But there are actually 200,000 people from various tribes living there! Plus the tens of thousands of Tlaxcala tribesmen who fled, it can be said that the population is extremely prosperous."

"Now the city-state army has captured 20,000 prisoners, and the city of Cholula has surrendered 30,000 people, which is only a decrease of 50,000 people. Around the Holy City, there are still overcrowded people, with more than a dozen wealthy villages and towns. And in the Holy City The total number of warriors and militiamen is only more than 10,000. There is not even an outer wall, but the status of the holy city is difficult to attack rashly. Therefore, I am laying siege instead of attacking, just to gain enough from the holy city of Cholula. The fruit!”

With that said, Shulot stood up with a confident and sharp expression.

"As long as the kingdom in the lake eats more than 200,000 southern Tlaxcalans, and digests it for two more years, the kingdom's strength will be even higher, and I can form two more legions! After that, I can conquer Chapala The future of the lake area, the pacification of the Tekos tribes, and the coastal exploration of the colonial kingdom will not take long to shine in the west!"

"Um!."

Looking at his ambitious grandson, the high priest's heart was filled with complicated emotions. He silently realized that he was four parts relieved, three parts worried, two parts reluctant and one part sentimental from the heart.

".My grandson really looks like an emperor! It's a pity that I won't be able to see that day."